Really, how did I loose an hour? It just escaped so easily that I never noticed but fortunately I wasn’t too majorly late for my hospital appointment. Traffic was light so that made up for most of it. But where did that hour go? Did FaceBook steal it?

Well, I have to admit that is bothering me. But one side of me is totally happy. Wouldn’t it be great to be done with time, to be totally outside of it. As when we loose ourselves in our hobbies or favorite things to do. Just dilly dally the whole thing away. Ah, yes.

The other side of me is horrified. What are you getting old, how could you just loose an hour? One too many chemo treatments buddy? Hmm.

As I worry about that My Rebecca is grappling with her biggest fear, sinkholes. Yea, sinkholes. You’re here one moment and next the ground opens up and off you go, never to be seen again. The ground is supposed to be solid right? Solid ground is more than a phrase. Well, out on the road right where our driveway enters it is a rough patch of pavement that is disintegrating before our eyes. Everyday it is getting bigger in diameter and deeper in depth. The county’s got the orange pylons out and the signs. Looks like some kind of disaster in progress. Yikes, sinkhole?

We all have our private little fears don’t we? Except when it’s your fear then it’s not so small. Oh well, we will muddle onward as always.

I sense a certain amount of fear in the folks around me to the arrival of the new president. Personally I am not going to give it more importance than it deserves. We will survive, we will grow.

We are reaching the half way point in winter. That to me is important. Starting to plan for this year’s corn planting. When will the soil be dry enough to till? When will the soil be warm enough to plant? Do I till up more ground than last year? What varieties do I want to do this year? How am I going to to fertilize without introducing a new weed problem? Electric fence to foil the deer and raccoons? Will I have enough water in July and August? Roadside stand?

I remember asking one of my mentors whether he ever goes to Las Vegas to gamble? That was Robert the main man at Wax Orchards here down the road. He looked at me and said when you farm you don’t need to go anywhere to gamble. Yea, I get that.

OK, time to read Don Quixote. I got another 45 minutes of hydration and I’ll be free to go. Alperfect, even today, love you, Felipe.